Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.